My funny story about this. My dd was in panties from about 22-24 months. However she would not poop in the toilet. I had pull ups in her drawer. When she needed to go poop, she would go and change into a pull up, poop, and then come and ask me to change it. I tried everything. She started preschool at 2 and 1/2. never pooped in her pants at school. Always held it until she got home and then straight to her room to change....LOL. I figured a child with that much control should be able to go into the potty.
So took her to Disney for her 3rd bday. After a day at the parks we decided to go to RaceRock Cafe. I had promised her we would go back to MK for ice cream and fireworks. Well in Racerock she started crying she had to go. We had to cut our dinner short and go back to the hotel. I told her I had no pull ups so if she didn't go then I would stay in the room with her as I was afraid she would go in her pants and there was no where to change her. You know what a pain it is to go from the hotel on a bus, then to the TC, then trying to get to the park.
So back to the hotel. I put up my feet and grab a book. She knew that meant business. I wasn't budging. I told my husband to take my stepson (then age 7). Well hubby went, then stepson went, then dd says, "I'll go Daddy." She comes back in about 20 seconds and tells me she went. I didn't believe her. Sure enough she went, so off to the park for extra special treats. Next day, no problem. Then we go home. As soon as we got home off she went for her pull ups. Needless to say those things went into the trash. She said, "But Mama, I only have to poop in the potty at Disney." Nope little girl....not so. LOL. So that is my tale of how Disney poopy trained my dd. Wow what a magical place. The promise of fireworks can do anything.
So took her to Disney for her 3rd bday. After a day at the parks we decided to go to RaceRock Cafe. I had promised her we would go back to MK for ice cream and fireworks. Well in Racerock she started crying she had to go. We had to cut our dinner short and go back to the hotel. I told her I had no pull ups so if she didn't go then I would stay in the room with her as I was afraid she would go in her pants and there was no where to change her. You know what a pain it is to go from the hotel on a bus, then to the TC, then trying to get to the park.
So back to the hotel. I put up my feet and grab a book. She knew that meant business. I wasn't budging. I told my husband to take my stepson (then age 7). Well hubby went, then stepson went, then dd says, "I'll go Daddy." She comes back in about 20 seconds and tells me she went. I didn't believe her. Sure enough she went, so off to the park for extra special treats. Next day, no problem. Then we go home. As soon as we got home off she went for her pull ups. Needless to say those things went into the trash. She said, "But Mama, I only have to poop in the potty at Disney." Nope little girl....not so. LOL. So that is my tale of how Disney poopy trained my dd. Wow what a magical place. The promise of fireworks can do anything.